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Formatting/Extras: APM
Original Translation: Blastron
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Trudge, trudge.
My footsteps are heavy. I ran as fast as I could until my legs gave out, but I’m still in serious shock. My precious home is gone! I thought nothing could shake me anymore, since not even becoming a spider and having to eat terrible food could disturb my iron heart, but now I feel like my soul’s been ripped out.
Aahhhh, I knew the day was going to come when I would have to leave my home, and I was planning on preparing myself for it, but now that it’s actually happened the shock is way worse than I had thought. I thought that I was going to have a little more time, so this is a really serious blow. I had wanted to stay put at least until I hit level 10!
Mmmngh. Mmmmmnnnghhhh. MmmmmmMMMMMNNNNN… GAH!
Right!! The time for hesitation is over, the time for action is now. Let’s shift gears.
First things first: figure out my next step. I have three options:
Find another place in the dungeon to build a new nest;
Wander around the dungeon like I’m doing now;
Look for the exit.
That’s all I can come up with on such short notice. Option 1 is probably the best in terms of safety, but I think I’m going to rule it out.
My home was amazing, almost like a dream. All of my basic necessities were completely taken care of, and I barely had to work for it. It was a perfect paradise, wasn’t it? But maybe keeping myself sitting idly in there was making me weak, both physically and emotionally.
Since my home made hunting so easy, I was slowly turning into a good-for-nothing idiot who didn’t know how to deal with unexpected situations. This time, though, I’m going to be mindful of that. As I am now, if anything comes crashing through my next web, I’m just going to have to run away again.
That absolutely won’t do. If all I can do is run, then I’m going to have to deal with moments of frustration and sadness like this forever. When those people burned down my home, they lit a smoldering feeling in my heart. I am not going to be the kind of person that runs away from things. Yeah, that’s unforgivable.
All I could think about while my home was burning around me was how there was nothing I could do but flee. Yeah, that’s right, I had always been thinking that I would run away if something dangerous came. But now, now that I’ve run away? I’m so full of regret and shame that I want to tear myself apart. Could I do something like this again? Absolutely not, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.
What’s really making my blood boil is that my home wasn’t just some convenient place for me to live. It was near and dear to my heart. It might sound a little cliche, but I really felt like I belonged there.
Back on Earth, I really didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. My home was falling apart, and I never really fit in at school. Games were great, but ultimately they were just fiction. I didn’t really have anywhere to belong, so I adopted a rebellious, “fuck you, who needs to belong anyway” sort of attitude.
My home was something that I made, for my own sake, without worrying about what anyone else might think. It was a place just for me.
It was taken from me, and it felt like they were plundering my very existence. If I were to surrender here, I’d never be able to be proud of myself again. Why the hell was I thinking that just being able to live was bliss? That’s the philosophy of a naive idiot who grew up in a peaceful Japan. Living without pride isn’t living at all! I’m going to carve this deep into my soul.
My home was stolen from me. My pride has been wounded. I will become stronger, and I will redeem myself. Secluding myself in a new home and sticking to the safe hunting methods is no longer good enough. I need to get some real combat experience.
The two options I have left are either wandering around the dungeon or searching for the exit. It’s not like it’s much of a choice though, those two things aren’t very different. After all, I have no idea where the exit actually is, so I’d be wandering around the dungeon anyway.
First off, I know way too little about this dungeon. I may have been born and raised in here, but I don’t even know its name. I don’t know how big it is, don’t know the difficulty level, and don’t even have a vague idea of its layout. There are way too many things I don’t know.
Hm? Weren’t there other things I was complaining I didn’t know about…? Ah! Right, right, back when I picked up [Appraisal]! I couldn’t raise [Appraisal]s level any further while I was still in my home, but now that I’m outside I might be able to! If I can get its level up, it might start being a little more useful, so I’m going to start appraising everything I come across. Let’s begin!
{Labyrinth Wall}
{Labyrinth Wall}
{Labyrinth Ceiling}
Ah, as useless as ever. Hmm, well, if I keep this up and appraise everything I come across, I should be accumulating proficiency points. Ugh, having all of this information pouring into my brain is a pretty bad feeling, though. I’m just going to have to suffer until I get used to it, huh…
Back when I appraised that huge crowd of monsters, did I get hit by this same kind of bad feeling? Hmm, I don’t think so… Maybe the raw shock of seeing so many monsters overwhelmed the weird feelings that [Appraisal] caused. Well, whatever. For now, I’ll be wandering around the dungeon and appraising everything I can see.
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